*Much ado About absolutely noThing*

oh my dayz its been a lonnnng time. but as old flames always find a way back into your life. i found my way back to blogging but this time 'round...am settling in with life in Nigeria...@ least 4 a year. That is what i say to myself to get by.

Been 4months and a bit in Nigeria...so far... so good. i have gone beyond all that culture shock...but i must say my shock absorber gets a overload sumtimes...metaphorically speaking. However there is absolutely no place like home, nowhere else will accommodate you like your father land and somehow 'mama's cooking always taste beha'.

omo there are no decent men in abuja o. chai! i don suffer. so so married men na e dey. after the married men we have the golddigger single men...a step down the ladder, there are the young lads who have total disregard for women. Abuja is on a whole 'nother level on its own. it has so much inside information...nothing on the outside. like how everybody is lazy with work but yet manage to rake in billions of naira. only in anuja town do you see decent looking guys with flashy cars who literally live in their csrs. yes! they do no have a place to call home. whereever they end up is where they crash and when they do not succeed in finding a place for the night they simply crash in their cars. Abj is the only place you hear extremely bizzare stories on a daily basis and no one is surprised. for instance as i type a girl lies in the national hospital, her breats are extremely swollen and worms r coming out of them. how so u might wonder. she was proposed 1million in cash for her breast to be sucked. she got the money before the act, later rendered her service and the result u already read. 5 girls went out of kubwa nysc camp and 1 has gone missing. a body of a girl was dumbed infront of the gate with a 100thousand on her chest. to us abuja residents...this is absolute day to day activity. a liltte bit like waking in the morning and brushng your teeth.

so..as the days weeks and months roll into my year...follow mi on my journey into discovery abuja the great. i promise...no hold backs...i'll let it all out. look out for my first installment...monday 8th of december. it'll blow your mind.

miss y'all.....ur one and only
Lighty Neferet.

Arcana...

I have a dream, in spite of the difficulties and frustrations of the moment; I shall rise.

Dear bloggers

I am sorry it has taken me years to finally compose myself, to decide that YES my spirit is filled again to write, to tell myself that; I want to live again, want to breathe again, want to feel peace again and want to be FREE again.

I realise I have been a slave to life the past two years; I have drowned myself in sorrow just because I felt it was the right thing to do. I have lived a lonely life just to get me an excuse to fall into a depression. I have cried over silly things and I have exalted vanity. I have lived my life anti-clockwise just to be rebellious, I have avoided love so many times and embraced lies and lust on a couple of occasions. It’s amazing looking back on life and not only seeing the things you have done wrong but seeing the things you have chosen to do wrong. Could it have been rebellion? maybe I was fighting the strength in me…telling me “c’mon” be a little weaker”. Often times I sit and think of these things, think of why I have chosen to live in gloom. Could it be because of suppressed hurt? Are my heart breaks more than I am counting? Am I in denial over issues in my past? Do I have bottled up anger and grudges that I have decided to store away? When I think about it, I think about a computer and its recycle bin…how you can delete items but it stays in the computer…somewhere, away from things you need but can either be totally wipe out or restored.

Dear bloggers… I put myself in a depressed prison that only I had the keys to open… and yet my outside was of high spirits and light. Talk about hypocrisy (rolling eyes). I could not bring myself to write because writing is the one area I am totally honest with myself… I cannot bring my hands on my keyboard and tell a lie… it just doesn’t work… that would be robbing me of the last bit that’s left of me.
Sometime in the course of the last two years a friend said to me that they fancied my life. That I had it going and that they wished they were in my shoes…I couldn’t help but be honest….I replied by saying ‘what you are wishing for in me is a façade…all of these is for you to see…it is not what it really is…it is a make believe.
For example that I wear designer accessories does not mean I am rich…it means I am in debt. I live in a beautiful apartment…what you don’t know is I get shit services…every single thing takes forever to get sorted or never get sorted; for instance my TV aerial socket has no connection and since the 2nd of December 2009 and when am having a guest put in a DVD so you never notice that fact. You think I have a high flying job like I make believe…the truth is I hate my job with every fiber in me and want out o so badly. You look at me and you think am posh…you think I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth and you think money will be the last of my worries…money is the first of my worries…I’ve got 99 problems 98 of them is money…I wake up each morning and ask myself why it didn’t turn out the other way round….why my parents are not rich…why I have to struggle and work for every last penny. Although my parents are not poor…my mum is richer than my dad and that’s where the problem lies. I tell you I have a fetish for shoes and you admire my collection because apparently I am now a shoe collector…truth is I have struggled with my weight for 7years and found solace in buying shoes instead of clothes as I don’t grow out of them, and always tend to buy myself dresses 2 sizes small with the hope of wearing them someday but eventually end up giving them away.

I have used the last two years to find myself, to fight myself and to release myself. I have gotten reed of all fake designer bags in my closet and put them in the bin. The ones you would have sworn were real. Only the real ones stay now. I decided to get on with losing weight and lost 10kg…not far to go now. I have decided to free myself of vanity and focus on the reality. I am not flattered by what labels are in the store no more. I don’t kill myself to have what I am not capable of having now although I still droll. Still buy and read vogue religiously every month (lol). I gave myself a motor though “there is time for everything” time for Manolo and time for Kurt Geiger….time for Jaeger and time for Miss Selfridge….time for Gucci and time for DKNY. I started to think to myself the people I read in this glossy magazine wearing and carrying this fancies are mostly middle aged, I read of their achievements and I am blown away, they have worked hard and are now enjoying the fruit of their labour (no reference to the models). I on the other hand…am in my mid-twenties, not worked hard enough…achieved tiny and is yet to harvest. Then I thought instead of waste money on big brands just because they put bread and butter together and call it BRETT and present it to me as something I will never taste if I don’t taste it from them doesn’t stop it from being bread and butter. I want to be master chef and not a connoisseur…and so my next assignment is on a business plan that will liberate me and completing set me FREE. I have got yet another track to run.
Happy blogging
Your prodigal blogger
…Lighty…

N.B love you loads...missed you so much...elated to be back.

Just a little different....

Yeah... so i havent done this for ages just cos i never felt the spirit to but somehow this has been cripping on on. Been sneaking in and out blogville to see wotz up. Through my observation, aint much as happened really. Boi! have i been on a rollercoaster ride this past year??? my answer to that will be OH YES!!!! but somehow through what appears to be life's way on trying to throw me off balance, I remain steady, happy and not shaken. I has a bizzare fling/relationship with some dude that thought he was making a fast one on me. You know one of them people that think they are playing you and deep that you think to yourself you aint man enough to play me how dumb of you to think you're out-smarting me? so with him i had this rubbish relationship, apart from the fact he was soooo shit in bed, he was also the most jealous, insecure and sad sad muthafucker i ever met in bwt he started acting funny so i let him go. it appears he wanted to go anyways. so shall i say i released him. If it was in a situation whereby i actually really cared, i would say i got played. noooooooooooooo. yea it would have been that. it i couldnt careless. thereby, it didnt really work out as he planned.

ohhh... this is funny, i had another relationship this year. oh this one was actually my boyfriend, for two weeks. aha ha ah ah ah ah. thinking about it makes me laugh. cos as soon as i broke up with him, i forger i had a boyfriend. i only just remembered him now talking of a relationship, how wierd?


forget boiz, i have had the most amazing year of my life. the most successful for me for far. and the most progessive year too. been on 3 holidays including Nigeria and i just might be relocating to naij early next year. we shall see. hopefully i will cope. considering am a tough figther. or ammmm i??? no be naij??? i go survive jor. and if i cannot... abeg jand is only but six hours away. ill just come back. e no hard.


well hopefully am back on blogville. i will return to share all my turnovers in details, right now i say Thank you Jesus. for through it all u keep a smile on my face.
xoxo.


this was free style so free any typos aiit????

ay ay ay.... just me talking or is it thinking.

...even i am scared to blog. not scared but boi! has it been a while. am here thinking how is this done again? do i just strip my thoughts into a readily blank page and show the world? or do i write like am talking to that mystic fellow in my brain? the one i often talk to sometimes out loud where friends think me crazy. then i thought nah... i'll write; not for writing itself's sake but because i have all these things to say.... although i have no idea where to start from or what topic to select in the folder of my brain...



Am in a new city... obviously we got that cleared... Am still single... yeah because relationships are strange now... scary piece of frigging sh*t. lol! nahhh thats harse. i mean with a suitable person its beautiful... ay ay...problem is who is suitable now ey? relationships around me are so scary and believe sex is the problem... no, not sex... free sex and greed. ones like; ure so greedy u want ur girl's best mate... or u think he's too perfect for ur girl u want a slice or that too, just share in the public cake uh? he he lol! or lets think of married men chasing skirts... check out a single lady thinking that married man loves her more than he does his wife... dream on sister.



that leaves me wondering, could it be a power thing? could it be that men think they have a sort of power over a woman when they have slept with her and in their quest to feel energised with the fluid of the power fuel they ran round in circle to see where the next woman to enslave in their ego cage lies... then i wonder maybe women have decided that Yes finally liberation since the discovery of the clit... ever since sex was no more boring... how sad it will be to be stuck with just this short stick man. why cant i have juliet's bloke he's got a big one and remember there is my clit. YAY! dat should be fun. lol! anyway am not even about to get into this whole riddle ringt now... i have been doing too many thinking and even complicating my own thoughts sef. i tell you ern... too much of everything dries up your body cells.





so... where was i? oh yeah i dont know what to write or where to start from i'll give you bits and pieces, lets make guys the topic.



guy 1: not my type, good looking, nice, down-2-earth, fun loving and professional skilled. why is he not my type again??? emmmm... cos he's not. so i play it down with him, although cos he's in love with me as he declared and has a huge heart, he's one of my closest friends. with this guys i could be 100% undiluted razz and not care. lol. he's lovely really. shame he's not my type.



guy 2: alright looking, professional skilled, my type but full of ego and self pride: i am so good at knowing when to stop that i hardly ever go wrong kind of attitude. its good sometimes but other times it leaves a sour taste that just puts him in the immature category. a lil' bit over the top if u know what a mean. now the problem with guy 2 is denial insecurities. apparently i work out to be a challenge that he cannot phantom, so he carries on with a blase attitude that makes him look like a headless chicken running round in circles. thats he's cup of tea not mine. story for another day.

guy 3: professionally skilled today there's this girl he is checking out. tomorrow he is fancing rugby players on tv. day after tomorrow he thinks all the cute guys at the mall are checking him out. ohh and he just remembered, he's ex has just broken up with him and he is broken hearted so now he is depressed. this is my take: fringing make up ur mind... are u gay, vain, broken hearted, all thats mentioned or just plain confused? but he is my friend so i accommodate him. and wait for it; he is making moves on mi. ayy ayyy. i beg ohh. comot road.


guy 4: professional skilled just like guy 1 and 2, good looking. could be my type except he is not. different religion and for religious reasons its bye bye mister man. sweet guy though determined to make me his girl. but ermmm thats a shame now isnt it. **sigh**.

so.... on the yadi note. i'll leave you guys here.
for the record: am alive hail hearty and living life to the full.


ignore any mistakes am at work....
by the way how is it that am posting on 22nd of april and its showing 1st of march. hmmmm dats interesting anyway i have amended it the little way i know.
love u guys
~pebbles~

...lets aim for the bigger piece

... the thing is everybody believes they deserve to be loved. when has love not been an issue for women? i am begining to wonder if the search for love is on the same scale for guys as it is for women. This whole thing is becoming so bogus to me. its like the guys are extremely confident that whenever they are ready, love will find its way and i must say, they often get ten times lucky. should women be as patient as men on their quest of the 'right' one? is that why we get done over time and time again? that we rush things and we are to eager for something to erupt while the guys are so chilled out?

the guys on the other hand would not settle for what they think less. in other words; they do not settle (at least not everytime, sometimes they fall short thought). its amazing that only a few men stay miserable in a relationship becuase once they get bored they find other means to keep them happy; be it chill with their boys, absord in football, books, video games, other making money means or simply go get down with some next woman.

on other hand, the women find themselves settling for less for one to many reason or the other and end up miserable as fcuk in their relationship and for shame of pretend happiness being reveled they remain in the shit hole.

is life unfair or do we dig our well of sadness with out own hands.

i think i am begining to think like a man, because it looks like they are getting the bigger piece of the cake and like oliver twist 'i want more'.

adios~

until my schedule permits me another post.

kisses.


before you start thinking i was done over by a guy, i wasnt. i was just thinking.

scribble/my apartment.

To be or not to be?

Early this morning I heard a knock on my door and decided to open up to see who it was. To my surprise it was the same girl who knocked yesterday, the one that said her house was on fire and she needed help except it wasn’t, she fooled me into her house and what I saw shook my heart. In her living room, right there on her couch was her boyfriend; naked with absolutely nothing on but yogurt smeared on his coo chi. I screamed from shock but Anita grabbed me from behind and they both took me to the bedroom and tied me to the bed.

She started, Anita started by taking off all of my clothes while Sawyer stood there watching, absolutely naked with nothing but the smeared yogurt on his coo chi. Afterwards she took my nipples in her mouth. And caressed it with her tongue, squeezed it tightly first then gently and soft. I had I black out and woke up two hours later on my bed and behold I had been dreaming.

So today Anita was there again, standing in front of me except this time I wasn’t sure if I was dreaming. she said there was a fire in her house and she needed help but I couldn’t move my lips, couldn’t say nothing, I just stood there staring and staring at her, more so I couldn’t move, it was li- it was like-like everything was still, even the air from my breath seized and I couldn’t blink. Anita repeated herself, there was a fire in her house and she needed help. I went with her to her house, and in her living room was her boyfriend lying on the couch with nothing on but their dog; Perry giving him head. I had another blackout and woke up five minutes ago relieved it was yet another dream. Oh! it has to be a dream.

~Fiction~

JUST A LITTLE WISER!!!

Its my birthday today. i just thought i'lld let you know. your kind thoughts, blessings and prayers are all welcome.


how am doing??? am just there. just another day like the rest of them but mos def a little wiser than yesterday.

how the last year went by? ill'd say i came out every tunnel shining illuminously. so i give thanks.

love you all.

i will update next week with a proper post.

~kisses~

update... oh my i just got flowers and chocolates sent upstairs from security. from this guy that wants me as his girlfriend. awww am blushing lol... awww bless. i feel really special now and ive got all my work mates wanting to know wot d deal is with this guy. he is not my boyfriend i say. and they reply well not yet. lol!!!

My keeping thus far!

so... one of my last real post talked about me getting a transfer and moving cities. I didnt get the 2bedmroom apartment i talked about and ended up bunking in my friend's place for some 3 gruesome weeks. i say gruesome because i felt so uncomfortable, my things were left unpacked in boxes and bags it wasnt it at all. i felt so choked and miserable.

...then we decided to save some money and get a place together, i agreed; good idea why not? we go view a newly built apartment still on the edge of completion and fell immediately in love with it. the show room was off the chain, it had 2 master bedrooms with 1 shower room/toilet and a bathroom/toilet. we decided as soon as it was completed 1 week from then, we were moving in instantly. agreed.
when we got to her house, she told to me that she would be taking the shower room/toilet because she hates bath tubs. fair enough for me since am a bathroom freak never minding she wasnt discussing it, she simply stated it. 2mins later i got a catelogue and started looking through bathroom decor only for her to tell me she's getting jealous and she doesnt think she wants the shower room no more. i laughed that off, how ridiculous???

this young lady decided to wake me up from sleep to tell me she needs to talk to me about the apartment we will soon be sharing. guys i was mighty ticked off cos i was so tired. she goes; 'ive been thinking about the idea of me taking the shower room and i dont think i like it very much. i know am not into taking baths but i quite enjoy the decor that comes with a bathroom'. ok not precisely but that was what she said. i asked her what she wanted she said it will be nice to share both. i tell her no problem can i go back to bed. she's like even if we dont share we can use either one and leave the second for guests. i said not problem was that all she said yes and i went back to bed.

we saw 2 showrooms, the 2bed and the 1bed. quite frankly, the 1bed was so nice and i had been dreaming of it ever since the day but i didnt want to be the horrible person to say; right! i want to live alone after agreeing to share a place.

and so... that night i said a prayer to God, that he should teach me what to do and show me a way out of getting a place with her.

at work the next day on my lunch break i get a text. saying she thinks moving together is not a good idea and she is not ready for the expenses and stress that comes with it.

... that was my ticket to freedom. i immediately sent her a text saying i understand and it is completely ok, ill just get the 1bed then. that was one of the happiest days of my life. i called the agent told him about my plans and immediate arranged to move in at the end of the week, the opening of the apartments.

when i got to my friend's house that day, i didnt want any frictions so i carried on as normal, she was uncomfortable i could tell but i kind of eased her tension by talking to her about what she wanted to do next. i didnt tell her i had arranged to move by the end of the week though. the day after she asked what i was doing for the weekend and i answered nothing. she then went ahead to say cos her boyfriend is coming so i'll have to arrange something. which means i should find my square root in the weekend. in an unfairliar city u guys. i thought that was most horrible.

you needed to see the reaction on her face when i told her i was moving out on the friday; absolutely PRICELESS!!!

I now live in my beautiful apartment. happy with life most joyous that the Lord had guided my footsteps and i tell u, life could not be sweeter.

problem now is because its newly built. the postcode is not yet recognised and i have no internet connection, no cable and no landfone. apart form that life is purrfect!!!

the apartement is fully furnished so there was not much i could do with decor except give it some touches here and there to make it mine own private space. plus it is so spacious its just beautiful. i go to work and all i can dream of is going back to my house just to be in it.
this is the summary of my life in the last 2months.

... so, tell me what u've been up to.

LETTER TO MY BELOVED + AM ALIVE

Am really sorry blog family, am too busy for words and i actually am squeezing this in for you guys just so my blog doesnt remain dead for longer than it already is.

YOU COME IN SWAGGERED UP LIKE YOU OWN MY TERRITORY

TELL YOU WHAT, I BET YOU DO.

IN YOUR FLASHING WHITE TEETH YOU BROADEN YOUR GRIN.

EYES SPARKLING LIKE LITTLE DROPS OF DIAMONDS ON OLD SOUTH AFRICAN ROCKS.
I TAKE IN YOUR SMILE,

YOUR AIR FEELS MY LUNGS AND SLIGHTLY ALMOST CAUSE IT TO EXPLODE

YOU ARE MY LOVE, MY BELOVED LOVE.

DID I EVER TELL YOU HOW BEAUTIFUL YOUR SPEECH ENGULFS THE SYLLABLES IN MY NAME?

HOW PERFECTLY YOUR MOUTH ROUNDS THE LETTERS MY NAME MAKE UP?

HOW TINGLY MY TUMMY GETS WHEN YOU NEAR ME?

I BET I DIDNT, NOW YOU KNOW.

DARLING BELOVE I WRITE YOU THIS LETTER OF GRATITUDE

TO THANK YOU FOR THE SPLENDID, HEART SHATTERING, BED BREAKING LOVE

MAKING SESSIONS WE INVOLVE IN.

THOSE ARE THE GREATEST.

HOW YOU BEND ME OVER WHILE SWEAT ROLL FROM THE BACK OF MY NECK TO MY SUPPLE BOTTOM.

YOU MY DEAR HAVE YOUR NAUGHTY WAYS.

NOW STOP SMILING, WE DONT WANT YOUR PERFECT FACE GETTNG WRINKLED OVER EXUBERANT EXPRESSION,

PICTURE ME SPANKING YOU HARD FOR THAT.

BELOVE YOU DO NOT HAVE THE KEYS TO MY HEART DO YOU?

BECAUSE IT SEEMS TO BE LOCKED AND I CANNOT FIND THE KEYS.

IF YOU DO, BRING IT ALONG WITH YOU

SO WE CAN FINALLY START A LIFE TOGETHER

I AM SICK OF LIVING IN MY HEAD WITH YOU

PLEASE SHOW YOUR FACE

BY THE COLOUR OF THE KEYS IN YOUR HANDS

I WILL KNOW IT IS YOU.

please ignore every mistake made too much hurry. kisses mi loves.

RANTING!!!

... and i thot the second half of new cars come out in september. as it is, new cars in the UK come out twice a year. March and Sept. One will think i should be very busy now, with bmw, mercedes and other car freaks buying brand new cars and disturbing my peace at work during feb and august but am bored senseless here. i miss my customers, sad as that might sound, i really do. some of them are so much fun. one of them begged to add him on FB just yesterday. at first i took the email down, then i thought nahh forget it.

blogville!!! am yarning. ok the olympics, who's following??? china as at yesterday has 25 gold medals? thatz insane. its only been a week mates!

so my transfer has been sorted fully, and come 1st of sept i'll be in a new city, earning bigger money, enhancing myself with better benefits and taking home mega bonus. life is great. i wonder what the future of the newcity holds. maybe i'll finally leave the single life. you never know. i just might discover that the city is where i belong or it may turn out terrible. maybe i'll hate the whole place but i doubt i will.

i cant wait to get into my new flat. fully furnished, new apartment, two bedrooms, in the heart of the city. decorating is my talent. by the time i finish with my place, they will name the whole building LIGHTY. this is excitement speaking i tell you.

let me see what else is going on in my life...

oh! so am going to watch batman again today for the third time. i know right??? i must be a freak but this time am watching it on 3D. I cannot wait for those effects on 3D especially the car fight part, that would be MEGA!!!

anyways my darling, its time to go home. so imma holla later.

afro darling, i know i avnt come thru but i will, i promise.

i was speaking to one of my customers the other day and she insisted i watch her son on TV today or was it yesterday. i cannot rememeber now but she told me about a month ago, even if am one day off at least i still manage to remember shea? i call that customer relation. apparently her son is supposed to be the strongest man in the whole of the midlands in England and BBC is supposed to air an interview or is it a show show-casing his strenght which may enable him to feature in the world record.

i just checked my diary it was yesterday the 15th oh well. am sure they'll show a re-run or i could just watch BBC Iplayer for the re-run.

abeg i dey go house. not before i get myself two pairs of shoes from the stores though. am off to bask in my excitment, if that makes sense.

byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee muahXXX.

Life of a snail...

Warning! This piece was inspired by …yesterday has gone and sort of a sub story. The piece reflects the life of the snail Celestina had desperately wished for. To really appreciate this, I encourage you to take the time out to visit the story because this piece is basically taken out and expanded.

…

Its hard back refused to absorb the tiny drops of rain

Observed it slowly makes its way from stones to trees

Heavily it breaths, chest on ground, shoulders chipped

The burden has become unbearable

The cold second nature

Even the leaves that so often gave a refuge now become prison

Underneath these supposed leaves of shield lies its death

For unknown forces could settle upon it

Crushing every substantial evidence of its existence

Numerous times this had happened

Just has its sister’s babies were stomped, bulldozing even her in her failed attempt to save their very lives

Slowly, selfless and feeble it makes its way

Towards the rotten wood its place of rest

Relieved that yet another day had gone past sparing its life

Thinking of what tomorrow will entail

Peace and happiness flowing through its mind

But abruptly cut short

As one of the unknown forces stepped on it, crushing everything that made it

And without noticing marched along, hands in pocket, whistling a melody.
…

Note: it so happens we wish to have other people’s life instead of focusing on how to fix our problems, a way of settling for the easy way out I guess. We automatically assume no one else apart from us suffer or have problems and so nurture thoughts wishing for their lives. Unfortunately everyone has one or two issues that trouble them. In this piece I compare the human life to a snail’s life to fully show that not only humans but every living creature has a problem of its own.

FoolyWang

My Ex is a poof! And I am not just saying that because I want to hate him or because I want to curse him out because he is now my Ex but seriously, my Ex is a poof!!! The greatest one that is and ever will be.

He sent me a text the other day saying:
Yesterday was the lowest point in my life, I don’t know what is wrong with me, my brother and my ex suggested therapy, ive made contact today and should be starting on Wednesday, I’m sorry if I took that out on u but I was out of my mind, I felt suicidal and it disgust me. Again I apologise.

My translation:
Yesterday I was with my girlfriend, she gets insecure when I am on the phone with you, she suggested I cut off all connections with you. I had to cut off the phone when you called on Sunday, I’m sorry I had to send you that text telling you to lose my number, but there was no escape for me. I feel ashamed doing this, but right now, lying is my only way out. Please forgive me.

Y’all know the very funny thing? I was peacefully chatting to friends on yahoo chat when this clown, no, poof decided to send me a message asking where I was going to be for the weekend. I ask him why and apparently his niece goes to uni in the city I live and he was coming over to pick her to his house.

I told him I was busy and not sure if I would be visiting my folks. Anyway somehow he barricaded me into agreeing to see him on Sunday when he comes. I say whatever; to be honest I do not believe anything that comes out of his mouth. For all you know, that entire story was fabricated just to give him a reason to come round mine. I have not seen him for two years, not since we broke it off and was not looking forward to.

Anyway me knowing the liar he is now, I waited till like 9pm on Sunday to call him just to rob in that I knew all that was bull crap. This guy picks up the phone and starts talking like he had a padlock to his mouth. Ignoring all that I ask how come he didn’t come to pick his niece, he gives me a story about her being with his brother, after which the phone mysteriously went off. I call him back, voicemail. I just laughed because knowing the kind of person my Ex is, I knew what was happening so I was not surprised when 30mins after I got this text:

No offence but lose my number
I first laughed and thought this guy has to be on crack

I send a reply saying:
Its either u are chasing ur shadow or it is running after u
Whatever it is you are chained; you, your shadow and you web of lies
That is what is hunting you not me
Your #? Lost
It does me no good
Adieus.

This guy replies saying thanks

I send him another text saying he should thank himself, and that he needs to lie in any well he dug. Also telling him to bounce off my phone.

Am not even joking but I know this guy was definitely trying to prove to some girl that he is too hot and I am bugging him, telling him I love him too much to leave him.

This particular Ex of mine has drama, and seriously, this guy would lie that his mother is about to be beheaded just because. I can’t even go into details with him; if I do I swear you guys would tell me you have never come across anybody of his kind.

I called my friend and give her the gist, she laughed and couldn’t stop laughing, we are use to him and we all swore he was going to call back the next day.
Lo and behold he did with a different number. (he knew I was not going to pick my phone).
Anyways he goes Lighty are you home? Are you home alone? I need to talk to you; can I come see you please?

About coming to see me. Hiss* Why the hell do you wanna come see me for??? Look, a series of text messages was exchanged yesterday what do you wanna come see me for???

Note. This is someone I refused to see for two years ohh, I have not seen him for that long and all of a sudden he wants to know if I am home alone? Oh hell no! Who knows if he wants to come beat me up, abeg I fear first sha.

Anyway he goes I can’t really explain on the phone, I will send you a text, think about it and please call me after, I really need to see you.

Lol! That is the text he sent, the one at the start of the post.

I read it and put my phone back on the table hiss* Drama King. And by the way, the reason he is still lying, is because he claims he doesn’t have a girlfriend and still wants me back. What kind of foolishness. Hiss* again.

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On more random matters, I went to the movies with a friend; this guy has the loudest most annoying laugh. I mean he literarily laughs like Santa clause, as in: ho ho ho. Plus he laughs at everything not funny. Apparently he gets it and we don’t, in his own words. I was so pissed off ay. He was lucky I’d seen the movie before that day. Some 2hrs 30mins of bat man and the ho(ing) Santa clause. Phsew…

…moving on, how are you lovies doing??? Am goooooooooooood.

...Yesterday has Gone

Celestina sat on her front porch watching the rain, first it was pouring down then it starting to drop subtly that if you looked up to the skies it made like little drops of pearls all glittering to the glory of the beautiful afternoon.

Peace of mind was the only thing she lacked at this moment even the rain had failed to console her wounded heart. Being very artistic and interested in life, rain coming down had been a sign that all might go well today has opposed to the last twenty one days.

Normally she was one to object to the fact that even the worse of life’s turmoil could not be viewed positively, for her there was a light even in the darkest of life’s tunnels that would always lead you out. However Celestina sat on her porch today watching a pearl drop from heaven land on a leaf from the mango tree and then drop unto a snail that was happily carrying on with its day duties. The snail did not twitch and if it noticed a drop just landed on it, it paid no attention but carried about its business. Celestina suddenly wished she was that snail, she wished she could take no notice of everything going on but it was too hard to carry on like nothing was happening. The memories of it all flowed in her brain non- stop passing through every nock and cranny of it. She could have almost sworn that she constantly heard her terminated baby cry her name. It was easy for the doctor to try convincing her that it was only a foetus but Celestina knew it wasn’t just a foetus, it was her child.
She loved her husband and she had never felt guiltier killing his child but not to do so would have been the crime she committed, at the rate at which things are going, she has to save all her unborn from him. Either she keeps killing them or leave him alone which is out of the solution.

Her mind drifted to when she was seven in almost the same scenario, only then she was sitting on the porch of her father’s mansion on the lap of her mother watching the rain fall down. Her mother was talking to her, one of the tete a tete they shared once in awhile. She told her of how lucky she was to have Christ in her life, how glorious her future would be, and how brightly the sun shone upon her face making her so noticeable. She had prayed for Celestina, and told her that her blessings would be full and she would have a happy home with a good God fearing husband in the future. Celestina had sucked it all in muttering her Amen that was now defaulted to her lips whenever she heard words of prayer, saying it before even realising it had been said. A few days after that, Celestina’s mother; Agnes, died.

Celestina had married, she had achieved much more than she prayed for and better still, she had married one of the most gorgeous well to do men in the society. Ten years into her marriage she had discovered she was living with two people in the body of one but fear of the truth kept her in this miserable situation. Celestina watched her husband thinking he was un-noticed, sneak into their seven year old daughter’s room every now and then to have sexual intercourse with her, but she had said nothing to date. When her second daughter was seven Celestina could swear he started doing the same to her.

She has never brought herself bold enough to confront him partly because he was perfect in every other way during the day. So she stuck to her self-denial that a man so perfect, so God fearing and peaceful would never do such to his own children. Her heart burned for her girls but she was too into portraying the perfect family to save her own children. That was why twenty one days ago, Celestina walked into doctor Martin’s office for her scheduled termination, and this would become her first solution to resolving her agony. As it is, she already has three children and that would do. Lucky enough for her, the third child is a boy and she knows her husband hasn’t been going into his room. She promised herself that she would rather not bring any more children to the world than make more suffer in the hands of her husband.

The rain had stopped now and the earth smelt so beautifully of fresh rain, Celestina looked at her watch, it was only three o’clock and the driver would soon be back with the children from their different schools, a few more hours and her beloved husband would return too from work. She wiped dry her wet cheeks with the hem of her wrapper and retreated into the house to see if Kofo her maid had finished with lunch.

Looking around her on the wall inside the house, her thirteen year old daughter Anna’s portrait hung with a full bright smile that would light up any room, next to it was nine year old Nneka, light skinned with gap teeth and would have been extremely beautiful but for the huge forehead mounted upon her head. Nevertheless she could be regarded as perfection by any artist with a wild imagination. Junior at six was carbon copy of his father, it was already obvious that he would be tall and would well be the ladies dream in a few years to come was plastered with a goofy smile on his face, his portrait was next to Nneka’s. Celestina looked at her children, her joy and happiness and thought how their lives would have been perfect, how the story in her heart would have been different, how her smile in public would have been genuine not fallacious. She sighed and made her way into the kitchen her huge buttocks following closely behind her.

Illusion

I opened the door and threw my hands in the air out of frustration. I couldn’t believe it had lingered on this long. What is it that I have done to the world to deserve this? Why in God’s name wouldn’t it stop?

Lately all my questions seem rhetorical, I have suddenly become the only person on the surface of the earth, no; I have become the only person that knows suffering on the surface of the earth.
I opened the box of medicines I keep under my bed about the take my 8th tablet of ibuprofen for the sickness that I am imagining, imagining because I feel so much pain, only I don't know where it hurts but the urge to take the acclaimed strongest painkiller bounces on me like wild fire. Perhaps it would ease my arching imaginations. After taking the tablet I threw myself on the floor in exasperation, why the hell wouldn’t it stop? Am I the only one on the surface of the earth? Why am I punished so?

David and Ola ran into the room and Ola picked me up from the floor and balanced me on the bed. What the hell is wrong with you? What is making you crazy? Are you the first person to smoke marijuana? After all we all smoked it together and now you are behaving like a mad animal. I turned to her sharply; well I wouldn’t be behaving like a mad animal if the world was not against me would I? Ola took a deep breath and asked me to tell her where I got the stupid idea that the world was against me. I shook myself free from her and walked towards David who was standing by the door way. David why is the world against me?
Aghhh!!! I told you before; you are just paranoid, it happens when you smoke weed the first time.
No. no way I am paranoid, didn’t you watch the news? Are you to tell me you didn’t notice how the newscaster was looking at me? The newscaster had that disgusted look on her face like I was not human, like I don’t deserve to be alive. Um… maybe I don’t, is that why I feel so much pain? I feel pain all over.

Ola walked up to us. Hey! Have you been taking those pain killers again? This girl I have told you, before you know it you would drop dead and die if you don’t stop this madness. What is wrong with you sef? In short, let me lock that medicine box away. I looked at Ola and her head started getting smaller and smaller until she was left with the head of a roach on her neck with the two antennals pointing at me. I screamed and dropped to the floor.

I opened my eyes to see six pair of eyes and I screamed again out of fright but it was Gabriel, Ola, David, Chuka, Susan and Folake looking over me. Folake splashed cold water on my already wet face, from the look of things; she had been doing that for a while.
Susan held my hand; oh my God we thought you were going to die and we were so scared, thank God you are alive. Are you ok??? I said I was. I got up from the bed and went straight to the fridge because I needed food so badly and was really thirsty too. They all followed me into the kitchen, staring at me as if I were a ghost.

I looked back at them and asked how long I had been sleeping for and they all replied in chorus; 43 hours.

100% FICTION.

JUST the two of US... YOU and I

No! Come back here, yeah! Come on, now, look into my eyes. Tell me, what do you see?

I see the reflection of my beautiful appearance.

I am not going to look into your eyes to tell you that you are beautiful. I would look into your eyes and in your eyes I would see me, the beautiful me.


Earlier today in your tan linen shirt and white linen trousers with cute flat leather slippers just like I like, you pulled me into your arms, looked into my eyes, pulled me back and slapped me hard on the cheek. I bruised inside and tighten my eyelids afraid that blood would be what would run from my eyes down my chin. That, I cannot bare for you to see.

Yesterday it was calm, one of the calm times we share together, wrapped up in each other with you beautifully stroking my hair while we flick from Family guy to South park. Well it was that until you got a call from her. Your wife. I already knew not to make any sound because as it is you are meant to be in Beijing.

Last night while I thought we would make love but you my dear started slow and ended with me hurting all over with bruises all over my body. We started like this and I loved you for it. I loved that you are the animal you are but last night I understood why I was bruised, I know I shouldn’t have asked you if you wanted a glass of juice while you were on the phone. Truly I thought you were off the phone, I had no intention interrupting your call, I feel no jealousy for your wife, true saying, I feel sad for her because I know you treat her like you treat me but I know she can’t handle you. I don’t understand why she cannot just let you go, let me have you because I understand you better.

Today I look into your eyes and I tell you I am beautiful, that is what you want to hear, you say you love the combination of my green, purple and red face. You always said you loved the rainbow. I know my colours are not of the rainbow but honey, same difference. I wished so much that it could have been, we could try tonight darling.

Of course honey bun, we could try tonight but unfortunately I have to go back to my wife, she went into labour this morning, I think she is born so I need to go see what I have this time around. If she’s a girl, I would name her after you gorgeous and I would make her my little girl.



NB: This is 100% fictional. I love writing in first person. actually as it is, all my stories are in first person.

1 year on...THE CAGED BIRD.

One year on blog and I still have not done what I came here for. I have so much bubbling up in me, so many things bottled up. I keep having rants that don’t mean a thing but it’s all fantastic still. Everything’s lesson learned.

Blogville especially has found a way to bring out the truth in people. That which you thought you could hide in pseudonyms alas still shows in between the lines of your words.

Blog for me has been a place where I can be totally free to say anything I really want to say having selfless fun in the process. I try so hard never to get serious on here because people already refer to me has their mother. Funny I know, bottom line in the outside world I am too serious. I have just a few friends that I am really selfless with. But hiding behind the screen and keyboard makes it easy for every one to bring out the silliness in them.

What an irony that we all started on blogger to be free but it has proved to be the other way round. Freedom is so tight in here that it becomes like an airless cage we all struggle to breath in.

What a shame that people you interact with on a friendly fondly level come back as anonymous to bite you in the bum. Now every one of us look behind our shoulders before we write anything down. We all pretend we don’t really care what people think of us but as soon we put our fingers on the keys to type the table turns. The next thing on your mind is wondering which one of these people would come back as an anonymous to spite you. Freedom on blogville is like cinema in prison. Impossible.
Though there is one thing we all cannot bring ourselves to admit, we all refuse to believe that these people we refer to as anonymous are simply bloggers amongst us. Aint it funny? Oh how broken hearted some of us would be if one day blogger broke down and alas the veil hiding all the anonymous is revealed, am sure the names that would come out would be more painful than surprising. It just goes further to say that there are friends and there are a lot of people who claim to be so, that is basic living.

I am thankful because no matter what it is that happens I would rather be quiet than not be true to myself. I have learned so much through the months I have spent on here.

1. You choose who you want to be; you can either be yourself or live someone else's life.
2. Freedom lies within you: you choose to be true to yourself or live for others.
3. Wherever you go, people are all the same: vindictive, spiteful and quick to judge.

This does not depict the fact that there are no good true people, I know a lot of people are really wonderful and beautiful but even amongst roses you have thorns.

Through the months, I have seen how creative people carefully construct their deliveries, how extremely jobless some people can be and how shallow minded people write anonymously. What ever cannot be written in pseudonym is not worth writing at all. (isn't that such an irony as the two live under the same roof?)

However so far, I’ve had smiles, laughs, fun times like the blogville idol (even though sey una no vote for me. I still dey vex sha but in the spirit of honesty, y'all are forgiven) and cries (yes cries! Dear Seun made me cry so hard) on blogville. It has been wonderful to read what people write.

To everyone who have remained true to self. It’s an honour to come in contact with you at all.
To all those who are fonies; are you sure that part is where you want to be?
To the anonymous who think being anonymous make you invincible; that is just clowny and you just beat yourself in your own game because writing in pseudonyms is anonymous in itself.


And so one year on and I cannot bring myself to write what I truly came here for because unconsciously I have become a caged bird.

BLOGVILLE IDOL 2008

WELL ITS HERE, AND LOOK HOW MUCH FUN WE ARE HAVING ALREADY.

From Abbie's mind blowing voice to 30+'s fantastic intro.

This is the unmissable.

In between all the love. Hey! don't forget to vote Lighty.

Lol!


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SO I MADE IT TO THE 2ND ROUND WITH SIX VOTES. haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa una no do well oh. Come on people, upon all the charity work i did for all of you, you still passed lighty by???

For those of you who voted, i really appreciate your love. I know it was not clear enough to hear me, but your loyalty to me i cherish. Others who didnt vote, well do not wallow in your guilt, here comes another chance for you to do so. In the morning, naija songs are up and hopefully you would hear me clearly this time round and do wot good people do, VOTE!!!

thanks every1, it has been so much fun so far, and it continues.

N.B: to vote for lighty, how do you want it? In cash or labour? (kishi dey ooo, dont watch that and i cook and clean goooooooooood, as in finger liking stuvvs and spotless apartments). So however we want to make this happen, by force and fire, e go shele. lol!

luv y'all I really do. peace.

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For me dear people it is game over. I really appreciate you booting my out oh, y'all did very well, I am happy I did not start the cleaning of houses yet and to those of you who took my money, can I have my money back please? The money was for a purpose; that I win blogville idol, that purpose did not come to pass. So as I carry out my luggage, I need my money for transport. oya give mi my monie.

with all said and done it was mad fun while it lasted. Now am happy the got the promotion of being a judge. he he he he.

ERUPTION

Deeper, deeper, deeper arghhhh ! Fill me up babbbbbbbbbbbby. Ummm. Yeahhh. I feel your hardness deep inside of me, your, brick body pressing against my soft succulent supple breast, your sweat smoothing our bodies in this celebration of our sexual connection. I have wanted you and you me. And what a blissful wait it had been. Now am here moaning endlessly under your hardness.

You had called me telling me you were coming over just like you always do. You would come over and we would sit in front of the fire, read erotic poetry while feeding each other ice cream and cakes with soft music playing in the background. It had become a ritual like somehow without saying a word for 2months we were carefully and tactically nursing our sexual beast. Feeding it with thick raw sexual fantasies, harshly teasing and driving it to an insane territory where it cannot be contained no more.

Today you came along and just in the middle of our ritual we exploded simultaneously, as if possessed you poured the ice cream down my neck instead of my throat, and in the process tore open my shirt where my ever bouncy breasts were tugging to be freed. My breasts bounced at the intensity and like a command by them you slowly took one of them into your mouth; the left one, a mouth full of it and started to make a circular rotation on my hard erect nipples with your tongue. I tilt my head backwards and make a loud ah sound whilst grabbing hold of your head. You lift up your head and meet my eyes with your hot passion longing eyes, moved closer and engulfed my lips with your thick pillow soft lips. We kiss like we would devour our lips and possibly tear them into shreds. Slowly and ever so passionately you raise up both my legs, your lips still full on mine.

Feet on the ground, knees up, your hand makes its way to my between and at the first contact with my cunt I take a deep breath, you partition my panties and glide a finger into my hole, sliding it in and out in a circular motion. Now am gasping for breath in sweet ecstasy and you respond by sliding two fingers in, pushing them in and out of my honey jar of love. At this point my honey is flowing freely and I beg for you to step into my chambers. Ignoring my plea you pull me up, turn me around unto all fours take off my skirt and pull down my panties. You spread my leg apart and bury your head into my sweet goodness; I moan louder now, head up facing the roof while you eat me out like a hot piece of cake. Your tongue licking my free flowing juices, and sucking me out as if sucking on oranges. Come to think of it, I thought you would suck me into a desert.

You grab my rounded ass and squeeze them, then you slap both cheeks tenderly so they bounce in crazy excitement. You bury your head back into my jar and this time I explode in hot bliss into your mouth, my liquid free flowing and you seeming to love it. I look over my shoulder to meet your eyes, my eyes telling you how sexually savvy you are. I come over to you and take your erect hardness into my hands rubbing it gently and kissing you softly on the lips. You respond breathlessly and motion me down. I peck the tip of your manhood allowing myself build a rapport with it then open my mouth wide enough to accommodate your fullness. With you in my mouth I tighten my lips on your hardness and slid in and out, when I get to the cap of your hardness, I form the habit of caressing it with my tongue then take you full in my month again, slide down, come back up and caress the cap in with my tongue.

You cannot take it anymore so you pick me up and settle me on your hardness, my legs tight around your waist. You back me up the wall and drive me in that position deeply thrusting. I moan and whisper softly in your ears; deeper, deeper, deeper arghhhh! Fill me up babbbbbbbbbbbby. I hear a loud disturbing sound preventing me from concentrating and pulling me away from you. I open my eyes, look at my alarm. Damn! Am late for work. I dash into the bathroom wash up, dress up and rush out the house again for the third time this week.

AT WORK

Oh this ish is funny i have to share. Am here still at work by the way and am so sorry am hardly even on blogville not to talk of updating. Am too busy, am getting a transfer to another city so i need too much money to move and all that. ummm! the way i perambulate this UK sef! u'll think my father owns the land. i am very well acquitted with 8 cities that is i can take you on a tour in those cities. Dont even ask how many i have visited instead ask how many i haven't visited. ok ok maybe datz exaggerated but u get the gist.

so baroque!!! that reward am i eligible??? (YES? NO? i mean, i found me, don't that count?)

To my 5mins ago gist: was here sitting at my desk tending to customers when this cute sounding bloke comes on, am sure the guy is fit too, from his voice i could tell.

profile
age; 26
occupation: mortgage broker (ummm...)
vehicle (BMW),value (£64,000). (wow! 4 his age the guy is pimping honest).

so i was here flirting my way to his pocket sounding in my sexiest voice and all and believe me, we bonded. well. lol! (i love his pocket and his pocket love me back. ha ha).
only 4 bloke to ask for my name again coz he didnt get it initially.
i tell him Lighty.
bloke: lighty?
me: yeah lighty, still on sexy voice mode.
bloke: oh! my dog's called Lighty.
me: face red, not happy, not amused, not having it. at all.

say i manage my way to bloke's pocket, what are the chances of calling your girl the same name as your dog??? arghh!!! thatz awful.

bloke senses my dissaproval and goes on to say; but 'he's a very beautiful dog and am sure if you are half as beautiful as he is you are a very lucky lady.
argggggggggggggggghhh!!! STOP right there, but i didnt say that tho.
To be honest anyone in his situation would be short of what to say, so i let him off, at least he tried.
we'll be speaking on wednesday, lets see if my surname would be his gold fish's name this time around.
but he sounded real cute tho and for his pocket Lighty can be his zoo's name for all i care.
lolllllllllllllllllll!!!
love u all. fingers crossed i'ld be rolling blogville in no time (i beg u give me 2weeks and u'ld mos def chase me off).

~kisses my pretty pebbles. muah~

The beginning of the End.

Looks like there has been confusion somewhere, somehow. Just the other day, I was asleep, only to be woken with a touch light full on my face and flashing snappy lights. Ciara, Ciara, someone’s voice I can’t quite make out was screaming from behind the touch light man. I was stunned as to what was going on around me, sat up straight and opened my eyes wide to look around me. Then something changed, I could see smiley faces turn quickly into angry faces. Someone else spoke with anger in her voice. What? It’s not Ciara?


Let me answer that question; No! It’s not Ciara. Ciara use to be a MAN. Now Lighty? Never a man, not a man, never would be a MAN. If you don’t know; Lighty is too Beautiful a woman to be a MAN. Now you know.

This is for those of you still asking that horrible question about my last post. Now you have it. The post is a biography of a friend. Do you have any idea how many times I have had to say that over? Its all love though, I understand most people’s dreams would be shattered if I were to be a MAN and so I can happily say to you; your dreams are intact.

Label: THE ROLLERCOASTER OF AN ALLEGED PLAYER, not lighty’s story, but lighty’s friend’s story that Lighty writes, now get with the program, all clear? Lets move on.

To our feature presentation...



I went back to Steven’s house like I use to and like I said; started the gaming with the new maid. Now this one, this one was hot. I often wondered how she became a maid and to me I saw her getting married one day to some rich bloke that would find her hard to resist but before all that, I was happy preparing his bride for him.

She had no problem with playing our games, I remember how I baptized her with the rules, it was on a Monday evening that day and Steven’s parents were not home. It was a bit difficult at first because after Steven’s mum saw what happened with the me and the other maid, she hired a boy and then decided to take up a girl after some time. So now there were two of them, the boy and the girl and it was mad difficult getting her alone without the boy appearing from somewhere. If you ask me, I would tell you he had the hots for her too.

On this particular day, I guess the boy was busy having a chat with the guard; gate front. The girl was in the kitchen and when I entered she asked if I would like to have something to eat as the food was ready to be served. Nervously I walked up behind her and just stood there, she not knowing what to do just froze and asked why I was standing so close. I responded by sliding my hands under her top, settled it on her firm breasts and squeezed tightly. She did not make a sound, so I guess she wanted it to. I told her to meet me round the back in five. She came around the back in exactly five minutes and the game was on. It was a wild time round that back but ten minutes into it that stupid boy (the butler) came round and just stood over us staring. Caught the second time??? This time I just zipped up my jeans and walked away.


The boy came into the house when I was playing Atari (remember Atari????) with my friend and kept looking at me. This time I didn’t tell Steven what happened, I was tired of getting caught. So I swallowed hard and tried to concentrate on what I was doing. When I could not take it anymore I stood up and walked towards the kitchen and told the boy to come with me. He followed and just then I warned him never to tell a soul of what he saw. He promised not to and from that day he became my look out boy. His way of getting money from me, I didn’t complain.

Things were rosy, I was having free time with the hottie without the fear of being caught just before this happened.

On one of this hottie day, I had sorted out the boy, set up the place, hottie was waiting for me in her room, I went into the room and about to climb on hottie when I heard a male voice that wasn’t the boy’s . My heart was too heavy this time around, where the hell did the boy go? What happened to my look out? It was not Steven, or Steven’s dad, it was Steven’s uncle. He told me to get off the girl and make my way out, shutting the door behind me. I ran out nervously only for me to hear cries from the inside. The maid was screaming and shouting No… in between loud sobs. It dawned on me that I was witnessing a rape situation so I started for the locked door and started banging on it shouting for him to stop and leave her alone. He seemed to go on forever, that made me start to cry, I couldn’t believe I was crying. Steven was not home this particular day. I could not go out for help because I was attached to the situation I just sat on the floor and cried out of guilt. After Steven’s uncle finished with the maid, the boy went in and continued what that foolish uncle started. All I could hear was sobs and I couldn’t do a thing about it.

That day I went home and promised never to go to Steven’s house. I had started something I had no idea how would end, I had caused that girl’s life to be miserable and I hate thinking about it. A month later there was chaos in Steven’s house. It turned out the maid was pregnant. Alas my ordeal was just about to begin, first I couldn’t live with myself, and now the maid was pregnant?

I just kept thinking; would I be the father? Possibly not, I always used a condom, but you just never know. Was it the stupid boy? I doubt if after that day he slept with her but I decided against asking him the question. Steven had traveled abroad and there was no one to give me the low down of what exactly was happening. It turned out that the uncle was responsible and like I dreaded, he had gone back for more and more after that day.

The baby was aborted but Steven’s family had a lot of making up to do to the girl, she lived in the house with them as an adopted child, went to university and married four years ago. I relocated to London till this very day. No one knows about my dealings with the maid but the people who already knew. I only hope her past has not crept into her future. I wish for her the best.

So that’s the maid’s life there, mine continued from where it stopped with too much drama for one person.

Till I return;
Save my spot.
~Peace~